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This painting was created while listening to Noah Kahan’s recent album The Great Divide, and in particular the song Paid Time Off. I was brought back where I grew up, in rural Pennsylvania. This painting is of the barn on my parents’ property during a visit several years ago, a night when my family had a bonfire, caught lightning bugs, and sang songs. The barn is also the spot where my husband and I got married in 2017.
In 2005, I graduated from high school, moved away, and never looked back. This song feels like another pathway, a sliding door.
And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car, and you're a closed garage
Someone once said there's a world out there, but we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall
People grow and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all
I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee, and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off
This painting was created while listening to Noah Kahan’s recent album The Great Divide, and in particular the song Paid Time Off. I was brought back where I grew up, in rural Pennsylvania. This painting is of the barn on my parents’ property during a visit several years ago, a night when my family had a bonfire, caught lightning bugs, and sang songs. The barn is also the spot where my husband and I got married in 2017.
In 2005, I graduated from high school, moved away, and never looked back. This song feels like another pathway, a sliding door.
And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car, and you're a closed garage
Someone once said there's a world out there, but we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall
People grow and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all
I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee, and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off